Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Mellifluous Ideation
I have developed ischial callosities from sitting at my computer, fighting cryptomnesia as I struggle with plotting a new manuscript. Methinks I shall defenestrate the thing (the manuscript, not the computer), and simply become a scrimshanker. I started this business entirely too panglossian, which does not mean I'm pusillanimous, but does make me wish for a sinecure.
Okay, your turn.
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7 comments:
Ah, Brandilyn, Crytomnesia, the flagellum of all scriptorium. My Rx is not a sinecure or the defenestration of the thing because totiality which effucuiates effluence is not, ipso facto, aurius.
You procured the verbosity right out of my orifice.
AS a children's author, I can only say, "Huh?"
As a writer for adults, I can only say, "Watch you mouth, y'all."
Joyce, brava! Kim, you cheated the first time. (Yeah, don't think I didn't see that post you deleted.) But your second one earned you a few points. :)
I'm giggling too much at all the other words to think of a phrase for myself. I'll try again later. Hehe...
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